Margo Spargo Poet Free verse

Me and my imaginary friends

me and my imaginary friends
sit at a picnic table
in Brighton

me and my imaginary friends
talk about our lives
Anything and everything 

Me and my imaginary friends
don't laugh at each other because we can't spell

Some days
I wish
Those imaginary friends were real.

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